March 8, 1921.
My nurse, Miss Ganung, had to leave us today to go to another case. We were particularly sorry to have her go, for Mother is not yet able to be about very much. It seemed as though Father would have to be both nurse and cook, but our good neighbor upstairs, Mrs. Elita Sheasby, came to the rescue and found a little Irish maid, Agnes Loftus, who is to be with us until next Sunday, when we expect Great Aunt Elizabeth to come to us. Mrs Sheasby and the maid entered the door just as Father was putting Miss Ganung into a taxi.
I was a naughty boy this afternoon and troubled my mother greatly by crying ‘most all the time. I wasn’t entirely to blame, however, for too many women came in to talk with Mother and to inspect me. I got quite weary of their standing about talking me over and poor Mother was all worn out.
March 7, 1921.
My library had another addition today: —Jessie Wilcox Smith’s Mother Goose, from Miss Sawyer, an old friend of my mother’s.
March 6, 1921.
Slept well last night, considering that this was my first time in a strange bed. I missed all my fellow babies of the hospital nursery, but still I managed to sleep from 10:30 P.M. to 4:50 A.M. Mother says it seems very good to have me home with her. She is till very weak, bless her, but she intends to get strong very soon. All around, my first day at home was very satisfactory.
Grandma and Aunt Sara had supper with us tonight and Aunt Sara gave me a $5.00 gold piece with which to start my bank account.
[Aunt Nora promised long ago to stock my library and she is going to bring the book around soon.]
March 5, 1921
Another red letter day! For Mother and I, with my nurse, came home tonight at 8:30 to 1206 Pacific Street. Mother was brought down to the taxicab in a wheeled chair, and Father and Great Uncle Kenneth Smith carried her from the taxi up stairs into our apartment on the third floor. Poor mother, she was so weak and worn! But home looks good to both of us and I am sure we are going to be happy in it. Needless to say, Father was mighty glad to have us with him again. — I weigh just 9 pounds.
Father didn’t caption these when he put them in my journal, but I believe they are pictures of Brooklyn Hospital, which is the only home I’ve known until today.
March 4, 1921
President Hading was inaugurated and I received a beautiful silver mug from Aunt Lucy and Uncle Ernest. I thanked them thus: —
Dear Aunt Lucy and Uncle Ernest:
For the lovely silver mug I thank you very much indeed. Every time I drink out of it I shall think of my generous Aunt and Uncle and again be glad that they think so well of me. I shall try to deserve your love and shall endeavor to have my parents follow the path of rectitude so that they may continue to merit your esteem.
P.S. – I am so glad that it is not a topply mug.
March 3, 1921
From friends of my mother and father in the Girls’ High School, Brooklyn, I received today a silver porringer. It is very lovely. I sent a nice note in reply, thus making my mark very early in life!
March 2, 1921.
Received from “The Department” three books: “Mother Goose,” “Our Old Nursery Rhymes” and “Little Songs of Long Ago.” They are fine books and I like them very much. I sent thanks as follows:
To the Department: —
“Mother Goose” and “Nursery Rhymes”
‘Ticularly please me.
Other literary boys
Never now can tease me.
‘Cause a gift so early given
E’en a long life leavens,
Please accept my heartfelt thanks.
Gordon Goodwin Evans
I expect to have a lot of verses memorized by Easter.
Feb. 26, 1921.
Gained 2 ounces yesterday.
March 1, 1921.
Little to report these days except that I am improving wonderfully in every good way. I sleep most of the nights and between meals and now weigh 8 lbs., 14 oz.
Mother claims that I flirted with her and my nurse this morning. —Well, a chap ought to begin to practice early!
Feb. 25, 1921.
Behaved beautifully at my mid-afternoon meal, just to show my admiring visitor, “Aunt” Lucy Saümereicht, how nice a regular boy can be.
Mother says, “Cuddles” is so cunning and dear.”
I’m rather glad that Mother approves of me! As for Father, Aunt Lucy told him today that he was “dippy” over me.
Feb. 23, 1921.
Gifts continue to roll in.
“Grandma” Mansfield came to call and mother says I disgraced myself by a magnificent outburst of temper. But the fact is that my nurse couldn’t get me properly started on my 3 o’clock meal.
Up to my birth weight today — 8 lbs., 11 oz.